After rebirth, I became the white moonlight of Hunjun

Chapter 292 Similar fonts
Chu Nian is good at practicing calligraphy, not because he likes it.

But his master Tang Wu said all day long that his handwriting was like a dog crawling. When he went to the officialdom, the emperor would probably not even take a look at the memorial he wrote.

At that time, Chu Nianshan still had the spirit of a newborn calf who was not afraid of tigers. He came from a humble background, and it would be good if he could read. Who cares whether the word is good or not?

Besides, his handwriting is not good-looking, but he still passed the provincial examination and went all the way to the capital.

But Tang Wu was dissatisfied. He was a censor, so he naturally spoke straightforwardly. It didn't sound good to Chu Nianshan's ears.

"What will happen even if you win the lottery with your word? Your words are just like the person you are, but if your words are not good, how can you make others believe in your character?"

Tang Wu poked his back, hating that iron could not become steel.

Chu Nianshan was so aroused by him, and the resentment in his heart came out again.

You say that my handwriting is not good and that I am not a good person, but I want to prove it to you!
Since then, he has had the habit of practicing calligraphy after meals.

His calligraphy never imitated the calligraphy of those famous writers. Instead, he took Tang Wu's handwriting from the study, copied it bit by bit, and then developed it into a whole.

For no other reason than to show Tang Wu that as long as he is willing, he can write better than him.

At that time, Chu Nianshan was holding his breath. Years of living under the shelter of others, and being attracted and sent away in the romantic field, made him learn to borrow the strength of others and climb up step by step.

It wasn't until Tang Wu died and he got into the favor of a high-ranking official through this word that he finally realized: apart from that girl, the only person who really did good to him was gone.

Facing Lin Zhiyu's words at this time, he just glanced at the word and said lightly: "Well, I wrote it."

But Lin Zhiyu seemed a little unbelievable, was it him?
But Chu Nianshan was very helpful in rescuing Zhou Zijin, and now he is an ally. Why did he write such a report letter to Zhou Tingchen?

Lin Zhiyu didn't know who the master he was talking about was, and naturally felt that he had no motive for doing so.

I am probably a warrior.

"Surprised?" Seeing Lin Zhiyu's delay in speaking, Chu Nianshan spoke up again.

Lin Zhiyu wanted to wave his hand, but before he could move back and forth, he felt it was not appropriate, so he had to put his hand down.

"No, I just think you should be too busy to keep your feet on the ground."

"Me?" Chu Nianshan didn't realize it himself, his voice was tainted with a hint of joy, "It's because there are too many things, so I have to write, write, and meditate."

Not knowing where the idea came from, Chu Nianshan motioned to Lin Zhiyu to come over and casually pulled out one to show her.

"The words at the top are obviously a little restless, but as you go to the back, the font becomes more stable." Lin Zhiyu went over to read it obediently and made a few comments along the way.

No matter how you look at it, this word is very similar to the word "Xin".

This idea popped into Lin Zhiyu's head.

However, I only had a quick glance that day, and something like that happened again later, so it’s normal to remember it incorrectly.

After receiving Lin Zhiyu's evaluation, there was a hint of pride in Chu Nianshan's tone. When it fell into Lin Zhiyu's ears, he was like a child asking for credit.

"I think it's good, too."

"Lord, there is news!"

Fifteen rushed in.

"There are a total of five people on the list. Three of them have moved away from the capital. Another one died of a serious illness last year. Only one named Zhang Qing is left, living in a village outside the city."

Zhang Qing?

Lin Zhiyu felt a little familiar, as if he had heard this name somewhere.

Chu Nianshan gave Fifteen an approving look: "Time is tight. I'm afraid it's too late to go out to the city to find those three people. Zhang Qing can give it a try." Fifteen received approval, but his face was troubled: "But that Zhang Qing, people around him said they haven’t seen him for more than a month and don’t know where he went.”

"Maybe just stay at home?" Lin Zhiyu guessed.

"No, Zhang Qing, he, he is dead."

Lin Xiaolian's voice came from the door, her face was pale, and Lin Zhiyu was startled.

Sang Zhi had talked to her with a pale face like this before, and then fell down.

She didn't have time to ask why Lin Xiaolian appeared at the door of the study, so she hurriedly pulled her over and looked at her carefully: "What's wrong with you? Why do you look so bad? Do you want someone to come and take a look at you?"

Lin Xiaolian shook her head: "Zhang Qing is the one who slandered me in Cheng'en Temple."

The memory of that day was too vivid. Even though she knew that Zhuang Younan was responsible for the incident and did not actually happen, it still left a deep scar in Lin Xiaolian's heart.

Fifteen didn't go to Chengen Temple with Chu Nianshan, so naturally he didn't know about it. When he saw Lin Xiaolian's appearance, he immediately felt distressed.

"Did that Zhang Qing bully you? When I see him later, I will teach him a lesson for you."

Chu Nianshan glanced at Shishi with some surprise. Why did this kid react so big?
"Didn't you hear her say that Zhang Qing is dead?"

The next words that had not been spoken out of Fifteen rolled back into his stomach.

He only heard the second half of the sentence...

A look of embarrassment appeared on the young man's face.

Lin Zhiyu was reminded of that fake monk by Lin Xiaolian.

The clues that were finally found were broken again.

"It's better to go and take a look. Zhuangzi is not big. Everyone is a neighbor and knows something about it." Lin Zhiyu thought for a while and then expressed his thoughts.

What if.

Chu Nianshan raised his head and glanced at the sky. It was afternoon now, and the sunlight escaped the clouds and fell on his face.

"There's still time to go there tomorrow. If you don't get anything, start with the other three people."

Lin Zhiyu patted Lin Xiaolian's back with a depressed expression: "I hope so."

"Why are you so anxious about something that has nothing to do with you?" For some reason, Chu Nianshan's voice was a little lower.

"As soon as I left, Zi Jin was the only one. I just thought it would be helpful if I could help more."

Lin Zhiyu's tone was sincere, that's what she really thought.

The number of times I and Zhou Zijin had a good meeting could be counted on two fingers.

Chu Nianshan turned around and his face immediately darkened.

"Fifteen, you and the princess will go together tomorrow."

Shi Fifteen is already used to her master's reaction: "Okay, the princess misses Prince Jin. She will leave the city tomorrow so she can meet him."

Little did he know that his words were a bit harsh in Chu Nianshan's ears.

Twelve in the dark gnashed his teeth. This fool didn't realize what the master was thinking. Why did he stab his heart?
Chu Nianshan's back was a little tense: "You decide for yourself."

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a smile finally forming on the corner of Lin Zhiyu's mouth.